My point exactly! So I haven't felt good for a week or so. I was in a cranky mood yesterday morning because just as usual I'm stuck getting myself and my girls ready while my husband is ready and downstairs watching ESPN. We leave the house and he's mad because of how I was "treating him." Seriously? I'm not feeling well, 35 weeks pregnant, and have to fight with the girls to get ready while getting myself ready. Duh I'm not going to be peachy! I went to urgent care. Turns out I have a severe sinus infection that's going to take two rounds of antibiotics to clear up. Hmmm. Go figure. I stay home while he takes to girls to evening service and evidently he was mad at how they acted (which was a taste of my morning). He drops the girls off and leaves. We usually pick something up to eat Sunday evenings.Well, he calls and tells me that the girls and I can have peanut butter and jelly for supper. Of course after we eat PB&J sandwiches he brings himself something home to eat. Well, this evening I was making the girls and I some pasta. Didn't expect him home so early and he gets mad because he has to make himself something to eat. The nerve! How did I end up married to a complete jerk?!